i wrote a book
and now i'm supposed to write another?????
I wrote a book. I love this little book that I wrote. It’s about a messy Bridget Jones-y kind of character who discovers her high school sweetheart is the lead of a massive reality TV dating show. Obviously she goes on the show to win him back. Chaos ensues.
I can’t even tell you when I started writing this book. It was a long time ago. 2018? When I started I thought, I’m just gonna shake off that MFA and write a fun pop culture rom com romp. It will be easy! Omg, it’s never easy. THERE ARE NO SHORTCUTS. That’s a hard and sad lesson to learn. No matter how much I want it to be easier, it never is. It’s better to just accept that it’s always pretty fucking hard.
Anyway, I was writing this book and my plan was to finish by summer 2020. Then Tom Hanks got Covid and the NBA shut down and I was like well, shit. My kid was home from school for a year. I have a full time job. Suddenly watching the news became almost abusive. There was so much sadness and inequality and horror and powerlessnes…